With both cocks being slippery from so much oral attention, keeping our cocks together in a push-pull action was fun. One or other cock kept sliding o...t of my hand. I tried using both hands to grip the cocks together. This was more successful but as we were kneeling on the bed I kept rocking about. Paul held my shoulder with one hand and gripped my arse with the other. He took over the motion of pushing his cock to me while pulling my arse to him. I just gripped the cocks tightly.It wasn’t long. Once inside Mandy came over and they hugged, then went with each other to clean up. From her eyes and the front of my shirt it had been obvious she had been crying. Mrs. Carol came and gave me a big hug, and thanked me for what I had done. “Mrs. Carol, I did what anybody would have done. She needed to be held, so I held her. She needed somebody to cry on, so I was there for her. That is something I would have done as a friend, even if she was not my girlfriend.”“Pete, I think you might as well. She took his hands walked him over to the bed, Jack took her in his arms kissed her, gently and loving at first then as he slid his hands down and cupped and grabs her ass cheeks their kiss turned more passionate , he kisses her down her neck then cupped her tender pure breast kissing his way to her nipples sucking each into his mouth she moaned and her body shook from her first ever small orgasum. Jack held her as she recovered, then lifted her onto the bed, spread her legs and kissed his way. .. but still just kids.Sixteen, the year Dad left forever — though it was two years before Cindy and I agreed that he was really gone forever — Cindy was embarrassed and turned away while she washed. I was embarrassed because she was, and after that I did twice the work and filled two tubs. You see; I had always loved Cindy.When I was five Dad taught me to read — I read everything. I knew the difference between sloe gin and gin when I was six. I read the labels. I taught Cindy to read; Dad said.